HATE YOU, LOVE YOU

HELP ME SENIOR BROTHER

The night before the long holiday, the campus was very lively, and many people had just returned from having dinner outside.

Pon hmm ok went against the flow of people and trot all the way to the playground.

Everyone on the basketball court is scattered, only one or two people practicing shooting.

In the early autumn night, there was a cool breeze, and Pon felt a little cold even though he was wearing a coat.

He took out his mobile phone and sent a voice message to Sailub.

"I'm here, where are you?"

Sailub quickly replied: "The innermost basketball court."

There are twenty or thirty outdoor basketball courts in total, and the most remote ones are next to the grove.

There are still a lot of mosquitoes in summer. The only advantage is that it is quiet and there are fewer people.

It is also during the day, and at night, this kind of hidden place becomes a holy place for couples to date.

You can bump into couples who are making out by just walking around.

Pon saw Sailub at a glance.

He was sitting alone under the basket, with a basketball and a bottle of water beside him, his hands on his knees, and he was looking down at his phone.

The dim light shone on him, making his shadow very long.

Pon called out to him, "Sailub!"

Sailub raised his head and smiled, "The senior y is here."

 He was wearing a jersey with a hooded jacket over it. Due to the poor lighting, his face seemed to be enveloped by the layer of fog has a retro feeling of japanese movies in the 1990s.

...He is really good at not forgetting to pose when he is injured.

Pon stood in front of him, with his hands in his pockets, looking down at him, "What's wrong with your feet?"

Sailub looked up at Pon, "It's the same place as last time."

Pon frowned, "You.... It must be a habitual sprain, I guess it hasn't healed last time."

Sailub sighed, "Maybe."

"So you have to pay attention." Pon was a little speechless, "Knowing that you're prone to sprains, you should play less, and no one is forcing you to play."

"The senior brother is right, but I have sprained now, what should I do ..."

Sailub lowered his head, aggrieved, helpless, and weak.

Pon felt a little uncomfortable.

Although Sailub usually looks like he can do everything with ease, but he is just a boy who has just entered the university campus, and he will inevitably panic when encountering such a thing, so he asked him for help.

Since Sailub called him " senior brother", he is obliged to take good care of his younger brother.

Although this cheap brother is ten centimeters taller than him.

Pon squatted down, "Where is it twisted, show me."

Sailub was very cooperative, "Left ankle."

Pon turned on the flashlight on his phone, and took a look, "It's really red."

"Is that so? I didn't lie to the senior brother."

Pon glanced at him, "I didn't say you were lying to me. Can you leave now? I'll take you to the school hospital first, and if not, go to the affiliated hospital for emergency treatment."